The last several days in Seattle were cold with freezing fog. The foggy cold created a temperature inversion and felt like one could see and chew on the air. It was dry. The rain broke the dry spell and even for January, the temperate began to rise to more of the January Seattle normal. Rain in Seattle is like washing your dog or washing your car. Rain cleans the city and makes the air feel refreshed, it is like everyone goes ah. Still, even Seattleites complain if the rain goes into that 40 days and 40 nights thing.

“It’s all nonsense. It’s only nonsense. I’m not afraid of the rain. I am not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn’t.”
Ernest Hemingway

“On the late afternoon streets, everyone hurries along, going about their own business.

Who is the person walking in front of you on the rain-drenched sidewalk?

He is covered with an umbrella, and all you can see is a dark coat and the shoes striking the puddles.

And yet this person is the hero of his own life story.

He is the love of someone’s life.

And what he can do may change the world.

Imagine being him for a moment.

And then continue on your own way.”
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration